AN: Hello readers! It has been a lot longer than I expected to get this up. I had a Halloween one all planned out and everything. But then real life hit (that bitch!) so I have had zero time or inspiration. My muse seems to have left me. For Skyrim. Damn video game. Okay, sorry enough with the bitter anti-Skyim ranting for now. It's just all I've heard about from everyone, even my gay-bff! And besides no inspiration, I have had a lot of family shit to deal with.

I got the idea for this one an airplane. I was thinking about how pretty the trees are in Autumn and wouldn't it be nice to get away from everyone, even loved ones? I like to think that Draco would be the same way.

Disclaimer: Still a no. And I don't even WANT to own Skyrim.

Hope you enjoy the story! Review please!

You Drive Me Crazy

Draco Malfoy loved his family. But no amount of love could keep them from getting on his last nerve at times. Especially when more than his own children took over his house. To Draco, it felt like the Weasleys would conspire together to drive him insane, as if he was still being punished for being with their baby sister.

When he had woken this morning he had a terrible feeling for the day. He didn't mention it to Ginny though because she always dismissed his feelings as stomach problems. However, as the morning grew into afternoon the nagging feeling grew stronger. He was quite certain htat his quiet December day would be interrupted, he just didn't know by what.

At 5 o'clock his thoughts became a reality when Ron Weasley popped out of the living room fire, daughter Rose in tow. "Bloody Hell!" the blonde muttered under his breath, "Hello Weasley. To what do I owe the pleasure." His words dripped with sarcasm.

The redheaded man went to speak but was cut off my the little curly haired girl. "Hello Uncle Draco!" she flung herself at him in an attack hug. "Mary couldn't babysit so Daddy brought me here! We're going to have so much fun. Is Lyra here? Maybe you can play dolls with us!"

Draco pried her from around his neck and set her down on the floor. She beamed up at him in all of her five year old glory. "Is Mary your usual babysitter?" She nodded. "Oh well that's too bad she couldn't watch you. Lyra is in her room playing if you'd like to join her."

"Hooray!" she grinned and ran down the hallway. As Draco turned back to his brother-in-law his smile instantly dropped. "There was absolutely no one else to watch her? What about Potter?"

"No, there wasn't. Harry is out of the country on vacation. Besides, Merlin knows why, but Rosie likes you best." Draco smirked to hear that. "Oh, piss off Malfoy, and try to pull your damn ego back in. I've got to go. Thanks for watching her, I know Gin isn't home, so you'll have your hands full."

"It's not like I had a choice, but you're welcome." The men nodded at each other before Ron disappeared into the flames, back as he had come.

Draco was walking back to check on the kids when he heard the fireplace roar. He turned toward it to find Angelina tumbling out with her son Peter and Percy and Audrey's twins, Molly and Amy, in tow.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me! Ron just dropped of Rose."

"Sorry Malfoy! The boys are having a problem at the store and need some help. I couldn't bring the kids in case something else blows up and Audrey is visiting with her Muggle friends. I couldn't interrupt them, she hasn't gone out for a girls night in way too long."

"Oh lovely. You seriously want me to watch seven children at once? Without Ginny?" The look on his face was one of sheer disbelief.

"I knew you'd understand! Thanks Malfoy!" Her words were barely audible as she was already in the fire. As she disappeared from sight, Draco was sure he heard her shout back to him, "And they haven't eaten yet!"

He looked down at his nieces and nephew with a sigh. "You guys know where their rooms are. Now scurry off while I figure out how to do dinner for eight."

In retrospect, spaghetti was a very bad idea. But it was quick, cheap, and easy, which is all that mattered to Draco. After dinner the mess was horrendous. Even with magic it was a pain and a half to clean up. As Draco magicked away the splattered sauce, the children ran rampant through the house. He was at his wits end as they ran through the halls shouting and playing tag. After a half-hearted attempt, he gave up trying to wrangle them figuring as long as there was no blood they were fine. He sighed, plopping down on the couch. At that moment Rose rounded the corner in to the living room giggling and jumped into his lap shouting "Safe! Safe! Can't tag me here!" Peter was close behind but stopped short when he saw his uncle scowling. The boy turned back and ran, yelling to the others that Rose was cheating. She grinned up at the man. "Hi Uncle Draco!" she sang.

"Hi Rose. Peter is right, you know. You are totally cheating."

"I know. But I didn't want to keep running so I figured we could talk instead."

He smiled. He honestly enjoyed talking to the little girl. He wouldn't admit it out loud out of fairness to the others, but she was his favourite of the Weasley brood—not counting his own children, that is. It astonished him that someone so precocious and charming had ever come from Tweedledum and the Brain. He shifted Rose to sit on the couch facing him and asked her, "What should we talk about?"

The little girl stopped for a moment and thought before saying, "Hogwarts." Draco groaned to himself. School had not been a good time for him and he wasn't in a habit of discussing it, because, like Ginny always said, the past is the past and has no place in the future. "What about Hogwarts?"

"The houses. Will I be in Gryffindor like the whole family was?" Her eyes were big and hopeful.

"Well, maybe. But you know I wasn't in Gryffindor. I was a Slytherin, just like Carina is now. And Aunt Audrey is a Muggle. So I don't think it is really important where you end up. And personally, I see you being a Ravenclaw because you are so smart." Rose nodded her understanding as Draco patted himself on the back for his wonderful handling of such a delicate question. He hoped that she would move on to a new topic anyways however.

"Uncle Draco?" she asked quietly.

"Yes?"

"Did you get along with Aunt Ginny at school?"

His heart stopped for a beat. Shit! he thought. "Um, why do you ask?" Oh please, drop it, please.

"Because Mummy and Daddy like to talk about how they were in school. And you two never do."

"Oh. Well, we didn't really know each other well at all. Where as your parents were best friends since first year.

The curly redhead scrunched up her face then said, "You were mean weren't you? To Aunt Ginny? Carina told me that's how boys say they like you. So were you?"

At that moment a crash came from the hall, followed by a loud scream. Draco felt that it was the best sound in the world because Rose was now completely distracted from their conversation. He jumped from the couch. "You stay right there!" he said quickly, going to investigate the damage.

"I can't fucking believe they tried to throw Lyra out a window!" Draco was sprawled out backwards on Blaise and Seamus' couch. He had sat down on the arm of it after pacing around the room furiously then had simply plopped backwards, giving up his rant for a moment.

"Aye. But at least she is okay," the Irishman suggested. Draco responded with a cool glare. Blaise rolled his eyes. His best friend and his lover had never gotten along well, though neither of them had ever tried very hard, least of all Draco.

"He is right though, Malfoy. It could have been a lot worse. They could have actually managed it. I mean, thank Merlin for whoever invented baby-proofing spells!" Draco snorted a laugh. "I'm serious! I did the whole house after that disastrous first time I babysat Carina."

"Fine," the blonde sighed. "I suppose that you are," he paused for a moment chewing over his words with distain, "both right. It could have been worse." He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Why don't I break out a bottle of fire whiskey?" said Blaise heading to the kitchen. "Looks like you could use it."

"Damn straight I could," he grumbled back. He sat up as Blaise returned with a bottle and three glases. "Merlin these kids are killing me. It must be the Weasley genes or something. Drives them bonkers."

Seamus opened his mouth, ready to remind the blonde man that his own children were, in fact, Weasley's when he got a sharp, fast glare from Blaise. "No fun," he muttered back underhis breath with a roll of his eyes.

Draco sighed and refilled his glass. "I count the days until they are all away at Hogwarts." He looked down at his watch. "Damn. I have to get back. If you don't hear from me soon…" he paused dramatically, "…they will have finally killed me." He apparated out with a sharp crack.

Seamus snorted a laugh. "Always was a dramatic little fucker, wasn't he?" He streatched, yawning, before dropping an arm around Blaise's shoulders. "Let's go to bed. Just hearing about those kids exhausts me."

AN: Well, hoped you liked it! Review! It means so much to me when you do.

Tell me if you also hate Skyrim. (Im considering forming a club XP )

Hope all the Americans out there had a wonderful Thanksgiving. And I'm gonna try to have my x-mas chapter up soon. It is gonna be a monster.

Oh, and just because Im super excited im gonna tell you all, I got into the college I wanted! Im starting in January for the Spring Semester! YAY!

TTFN xxJanie